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Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Misspent youth
I saw this recently here in Austin:
It reminded me of my misspent youth, when 2cents and I would hang out in the basement of Barstan's pub on Mill St. in Orono, Maine (right next to Pat's). They'd get Irish music from Schooner Fare, and we'd do shots of Jameson's Irish Whiskey with a beer chaser. After enough shots, we could sing this with them. Or at least, it seemed that we could.
Good times, good times. Except for the time that Bill fell face down on the table and we (meaning me, not 2cents) had to drag him up the back staircase so he could get sick in the parking lot, not on the table.
Matter of fact, I used to be able to play this song on the guitar from memory. Sounded better after a few shots, if I recall correctly. Man, that was a long time ago.
It reminded me of my misspent youth, when 2cents and I would hang out in the basement of Barstan's pub on Mill St. in Orono, Maine (right next to Pat's). They'd get Irish music from Schooner Fare, and we'd do shots of Jameson's Irish Whiskey with a beer chaser. After enough shots, we could sing this with them. Or at least, it seemed that we could.
Good times, good times. Except for the time that Bill fell face down on the table and we (meaning me, not 2cents) had to drag him up the back staircase so he could get sick in the parking lot, not on the table.
Matter of fact, I used to be able to play this song on the guitar from memory. Sounded better after a few shots, if I recall correctly. Man, that was a long time ago.
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